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Then Lincoln changes the angle, and the barbell hits that spot inside me that makes lights dance in front of my eyes.
It’s different to any toy that I’ve used.
I moan. “M-m-more, fuck, m-m-more.”
Pleasure is building inside me.
I’ve never felt this.
Nothing like it.
“You’re amazing.” Lincoln grips my hips harder. I hope that there’ll be bruises. I want his mark to be on me, when he’s no longer with me. “Your pussy is — fuck — it feels perfect.”
To my surprise, he slows down, changing his angle again.
This time, the sensation of the barbell is enough to make my back arch.
I scrabble at Lincoln’s shoulders, lost in his raspberry scent and the ecstasy that’s slamming through me.
“Link!” At the last moment, remembering my brother and any early customers, I smother my scream against Lincoln’s neck, as I come.
At the same time, Lincoln stiffens, coming with a final couple of erratic thrusts.
Then his plush mouth is on mine, and he’s kissing me, long and hard.
I quiver in his arms.
“I fucking love you, my fated.” Lincoln cups my cheek, tenderly.
“I love you too.” I stroke the curl back that falls over his eye.
Lincoln draws back reluctantly, discarding the condom in a bin beneath the counter, before pushing himself back into his pants.
I push myself to stand, although my pants and underwear are still tangled around my feet.
My temples are aching. I feel dizzy.
Lincoln appears to notice.
“Here, let me.” He kneels in front of me, although the gesture appears to make him more dominant somehow.
He pulls up my panties, kissing up my thigh as he does it. Then he rights my trousers as well, placing one final loving kiss to my stomach.
Finally, he takes my hand, tracing over the snake tattoo on the back of it. He kisses that too like an oath.
When Vito bangs through the doors from the shop, I jump.
He’s struggling to balance two large breakfast bagels that smell deliciously of bacon, egg, and cheese in one hand and a coffee in his other. He’s looking down, and his straight, black hair falls over his face.
He’s wearing his favorite Muse t-shirt, and I wince at how close he is to staining it.
“I ducked down the street to the stall and bought you both a bagel. After the partying that we did, I thought that you could do with some greasy carbohydrate to mop up the alcohol still pickling you. I opened up the shop early, but nobody’s about. Anyone else feel like someone’s using the inside of their head as a punching bag? Fuck, last night was worth it though. But if someone could cure hangovers, then I’d give them everything I own, which right now, is pretty much only my tight ass and awesome taste in music.”
Vito tosses me a bagel, and I struggle to catch it. Egg slides onto my thumb. I suck it off with a moan of delight.
But then, Vito stumbles, when he sees Lincoln kneeling in front of me.
Lincoln doesn’t move but only smirks over his shoulder at Vito.
